—NICO'S POV—

Shadows of the past converge,

A tiny figure, a familiar surge.

I scroll through the files on my desk, but I can't concentrate.

Those innocent green eyes stare back at me wherever I go. It's impossible.

A little kid, barely more than a baby, maybe a couple of years old. As someone who grew up facing the heartless side of humanity from the onset, I never bore any sentiment toward kids. But it's different.

"Leave me and my son alone," Jasmine's desperate cry fills my ears, ...